Oh, wait I didn't mention I like Fremione as well. I have actually quite a bit of Fremione for a Dramione story. Oops. Um... I think that's all. This one is more from Draco's point but not entirely.. not first person Draco. And dreams are in italics.

Disclaimer:I most certainly do not own Harry Potter

"Draco!" A first year, Matthew he thinks, comes up to him with a envelope in his hand.

"Yeah, what?"

"I was told to give you this. From Headmistress McGonagall." He looks very proud to have been given this duty.

"Give it here." Draco mutters. Probably another stupid meeting. He hands it over, and heads over to a group of other first years. He was right. Another meeting with Hermione. 'Every damn time this happens we end up in some weird conversation. Every damn time.' He thinks to himself. 'But of course I have to go.' Draco turns and heads out of the dungeon, up to McGonagalls office.

It only takes a few minutes and he is telling the gargoyles the password,"Acid Pops" and head up the stairs to McGonagall office. Hermione is already there, back facing me. 'Long brown hair cascading over her back, slightly wavy, perfectly placed.' A description pops into his head. She turns around, hearing his footsteps and he notice dry tear tracks on her face as I walk over to sit down by her. I slouch back in the chair, getting comfortable.

"Thank you for joining us Mr. Malfoy." McGonagall says in that proper way of hers.

"Pleasure."

"I was about to tell Miss Granger here about a new arrangement for the two of you. I've given you a week to get used to everything again, but now I would like it if you would move to the Head Boy and Girl dorm." Hermione tenses noticeably in her chair.

"Your kidding, right?" Draco questions her logic immediately . "I mean-"

" ?"

"Sorry."

"But ma'am, do we have to?" Hermione asks.

"Yes. You do. I expect you to move your things in by tonight." 'Hermione is going to be terrible about this.'Draco thinks. "Now go on, I have other things to attend to." Draco pushs himself out of the chair, and Hermione rises as well. She goes ahead of him, and her hair bounces as she walks away through the door, and as he follows, down the hallway to where the Gryffindor dormitories are.

-Midnight-

The door opens after Draco hears a whispered, "Mad-Eye" which happens to be the password. Hermione picked it.

"Why, Hermione, you seem to be late. I've been here for quite a while." Draco teases her, trying to make light of the situation, looking at her from the seat he'd sunk into waiting for her.

"Don't,Draco." He looks at her questioningly.

"What?"

"Are you going to help me or not?" She asks, dragging her trunk in.

"Yeah, sure."He stands up, walks over and grabs the handle. As Draco grabs it, his hand brushes hers. She quickly pulls it away and he haul the trunk over to her room. She waves her hand at Draco to get out, and he calmly obliges, understanding something is wrong. He walks back into his room and changes out of his robes and pulls on his pajamas. As he heads back out to the common room they'll be sharing,planing on working on the essay from McGonagall, he hears quiet sobs coming from her room.

"Hermione?" He asks quietly,altering his course to knock on her door. "Can I come in?"

"I guess." He opens the door slowly, and steps in, not wanting to do anything rash.

"There's something wrong. Isn't there." He immediatly recognizes the signs of something being wrong, and slowly walks over to her bed, where she had brought her knees up to her chest and had her arms wrapped around them. She had changed into what seems to be pajamas too. She takes a big shuddering breath.

"I-I took a nap after our last class, and I was really tired and all. I must have slept for a while because I had a nightmare." Tears stream down her face. He holds out his arms, akwardly trying to show her comfort. She moves over and leans into his chest, sobbing. Draco slides his arms around her slim waist and holds her there, stroking her back, trying to soothe her.

"Do you want to talk about the nightmare?" Draco asks after she calms down a bit, although it does take a consiterable amount of time. She shakes her head. "Alright. You probably want some time alone."

"No. Stay." She says, her voice muffled. She pulls him down so they're laying on the bed, next to each other, her head laying on his chest. After a while, "It wasn't actually a nightmare. It was like a dream from Fred. He was talking to me." She picks up her head a bit, "He told me that if he had lived, he would have taken me out, somewhere. And that he thought he might have loved me." He looks into her eyes. So many things are running through them. Like how she would have loved for Fred to take her out.

"I'm glad." Draco mutters, somewhat true. "I'm glad for you." She gives him a watery smile and lays her head back on his chest and after a while he realize shess a sleep. "But I also am not glad. He's dead." Draco whispers, settling her head down on the pillow, and sneaking out of her room. He tiptoes into the main part of the dorm and sits down in the couch. He relizes it would be the best thing to finish McGonagall's essay.

-Dream-

"Hermione?" She opens her eyes, awaking in the same garden Fred came to her in last time. She looks around quickly and notices him sitting on a bench by the fountain.
"Hi, Fred." She says smiling brightly. Hermione walks over to him and sits down next to him.
"How's George doing?" He asks Hermione, real concern lighting his eyes. She begins to start her answer with 'Oh, he's fine.' to put his mind at ease, but then realizes she can't lie to Fred. Even if he is dead. And expecially on something as important as his twin.
"He's not doing that well. At all. He hasn't left his house." She replies looking up into his brown eyes, which match hers, to a point. "I'm kinda worried about him."
"I guess I'll pay him a visit later. After I stay with you for a bit." He teases, bushing a strand of hair out of her face

"Did you mean what you said last time?" She asks, as they walk around the garden, hand in hand. His hand dwarfs hers, but its warm and makes her feel safe. It's so weird. With him being dead and all.
"Why do you have to ask?"
"Its just, well, I'm Head Girl now, and-"
"Congratulations!" He interupts her, smiling.
"And Draco Malfoy is Head Boy."
"Oh... and?"
"He's being all nice, and" She feels a blush coming on. "we might have kinda kissed. Once." He stops.
"What?" he exclaims.
"It was a sudden, I don't know, we were all stressed and we had been talking about the war and I don't know why I did it. All that he's ever done is bully us. Oh Fred, I'm so confused." Hermione rambles, feeling stupid.
"He hasn't hurt you at all, has he?"
"No..He hasn't. And he seems genuinely sorry. I just don't know what to do!" She looks away from Fred. He's silent for a bit.
"I'm sorry. It's because I'm dead that you're confused. If I were alive, you wouldn't have to worry about Malfoy. I could have you. But I can't because of those damn Death Eaters." he says.
"I just- I'll go now. You can go talk to George. He needs you more than I do right now. He really does." He looks at Hermione sadly.
"I'll see you soon. " he touches my cheek, and she falls back into sleep.

-End Dream-

Hermione wakes up to sunlight streaming through her windows. She relizes that Draco must have left at some point, after remembering she asked him to stay. She climbs out of her bed and glancing at the clock, hurriedly changes into her robes. She heads out of her room, still pulling on one shoe and there is Draco, fast asleep on the couch, his Transfiguration essay laying out, only half done. 'He looks peaceful when he sleeps.' She thinks, and has half a mind to let him just sleep, but remembers that she does have to wake him up. She shakes him awake, looking into his gray eyes.

"Granger, you're up!" He says sitting up. "And you have an essay to finish!"